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Gill was up at 8 and went to watch cartoons, giving me some much appreciated time to wake up slowly. The "slowly" part was killed along with a gray squirrel when my father pulled out the .22 around 9. While not a loud gun, it is a sound that I know really well, and it brought me from trying to find my way back into dreamland to hyper-vigilant in the blink of an eye. I lay awake, listening, and I heard Gill's little voice chime in.

"Pa, you didn't have to do that. He wasn't bothering anyone."

He defended his choice, saying that the squirrels have been eating our chicken and wild bird food. Gill told him that he could just go shoo the squirrels away, he didn't have to hurt them. He informed her that they would just go make more babies, and that the babies would come and eat the birds' food as well. He told her that if there wasn't enough food, the babies would die. I listened to their back-and-forth, smiling. She eventually conceded... sort of. "I still don't like it."

I feel bad that she had to pick my Dad to argue against, who has thoroughly thought about his decision to begin culling the squirrels, but am happy that she felt comfortable enough to voice her discontent, even against someone in a position of power. My Dad really was very kind and gentle in explaining his point of view to her. I have to give her props for sticking to her guns, rather than sitting idly while watching an injustice take place. Today is made of win, regardless of anything else the universe might throw at me.

Gill was up at 8 and went to watch cartoons, giving me some much appreciated time to wake up slowly. The "slowly" part was killed along with a gray squirrel when my father pulled out the .22 around 9. While not a loud gun, it is a sound that I know really well, and it brought me from trying to find my way back into dreamland to hyper-vigilant in the blink of an eye. I lay awake, listening, and I heard Gill's little voice chime in.

"Pa, you didn't have to do that. He wasn't bothering anyone."

He defended his choice, saying that the squirrels have been eating our chicken and wild bird food. Gill told him that he could just go shoo the squirrels away, he didn't have to hurt them. He informed her that they would just go make more babies, and that the babies would come and eat the birds' food as well. He told her that if there wasn't enough food, the babies would die. I listened to their back-and-forth, smiling. She eventually conceded... sort of. "I still don't like it."

I feel bad that she had to pick my Dad to argue against, who has thoroughly thought about his decision to begin culling the squirrels, but am happy that she felt comfortable enough to voice her discontent, even against someone in a position of power. My Dad really was very kind and gentle in explaining his point of view to her. I have to give her props for sticking to her guns, rather than sitting idly while watching an injustice take place. Today is made of win, regardless of anything else the universe might throw at me.

I woke up feeling good, albeit tired. Gill woke up sick. Stuffy, sneezy, runny sick. As much as I wanted to actually go to freaking work this week, I called us both out (the kids in her class don't deserve to spend vacation sick on account of my hubris); so, now I'm sitting here ticking the hours by. It's only 9:20, and I think I've run out of internet already.

I woke up feeling good, albeit tired. Gill woke up sick. Stuffy, sneezy, runny sick. As much as I wanted to actually go to freaking work this week, I called us both out (the kids in her class don't deserve to spend vacation sick on account of my hubris); so, now I'm sitting here ticking the hours by. It's only 9:20, and I think I've run out of internet already.

We slept until like 11am, Gill having been up at 9 but quietly having gone upstairs to watch cartoons and have breakfast. Sometimes, I really, really love that kid. OK, all the times. Breakfast intentions turned to brunch intentions, followed by heading out to Nomad's (indoor adventure place-- black-light mini-golf, video games, laser tag, duck-pin bowling, bounce-house, huge kids' jungle gym, and now bumper cars). We had a great time.

Afterward was another fruitless trip to Whole Foods in search of my now favorite tofu dish.

Tonight looks to be some Guitar Hero and hang out. And, of course, Changeling forums. ;-)

On a down note, I seem to have pharyngitis, laryngitis, and bronchitis. I started myself on some Robitussin DM, and I may pull out the nebulizer at some point. Sore throat, feels like I'm swallowing past a walnut, phlegmy gross cough... More than anything, I'm just tired. I'd like to be healthy now. Kthxbye.

We slept until like 11am, Gill having been up at 9 but quietly having gone upstairs to watch cartoons and have breakfast. Sometimes, I really, really love that kid. OK, all the times. Breakfast intentions turned to brunch intentions, followed by heading out to Nomad's (indoor adventure place-- black-light mini-golf, video games, laser tag, duck-pin bowling, bounce-house, huge kids' jungle gym, and now bumper cars). We had a great time.

Afterward was another fruitless trip to Whole Foods in search of my now favorite tofu dish.

Tonight looks to be some Guitar Hero and hang out. And, of course, Changeling forums. ;-)

On a down note, I seem to have pharyngitis, laryngitis, and bronchitis. I started myself on some Robitussin DM, and I may pull out the nebulizer at some point. Sore throat, feels like I'm swallowing past a walnut, phlegmy gross cough... More than anything, I'm just tired. I'd like to be healthy now. Kthxbye.

The Wii came today. I got home from work, grabbed it, ran upstairs into the play room, and set it up before swinging over to get Gill from school. When we got back, she happily did 2 of her homework assignments and then headed upstairs to pick up her toys (at my request). She was on the last handful of toys before stopping dead in her tracks and saying, "Mom! You're Wii is here!" I am blessed to have a kid who would do all of the crappy things that kids hate to do without so much as a "meh", not expecting a thing in return. It makes rewarding her that much more meaningful.She has been playing Wii Music and Wii Sports for nearly three hours, breaking only for dinner. We played golf together. Now it's bath time. She's going to sleep like a stone.

I'm still loving the time spent on the forums. It's kind of silly, but I feel like I'm getting to know our newer players through forum RP (I joined the Groton By Night board, as well). It's nice. Addictive, but nice. :-D

The Wii came today. I got home from work, grabbed it, ran upstairs into the play room, and set it up before swinging over to get Gill from school. When we got back, she happily did 2 of her homework assignments and then headed upstairs to pick up her toys (at my request). She was on the last handful of toys before stopping dead in her tracks and saying, "Mom! You're Wii is here!" I am blessed to have a kid who would do all of the crappy things that kids hate to do without so much as a "meh", not expecting a thing in return. It makes rewarding her that much more meaningful.She has been playing Wii Music and Wii Sports for nearly three hours, breaking only for dinner. We played golf together. Now it's bath time. She's going to sleep like a stone.

I'm still loving the time spent on the forums. It's kind of silly, but I feel like I'm getting to know our newer players through forum RP (I joined the Groton By Night board, as well). It's nice. Addictive, but nice. :-D

Gill lost a top tooth today, on the same side as the bottom one she lost last month. She looks vaguely like a jack-o-lantern, and is absolutely ecstatic that she can now stick her tongue through the hole.

Gill lost a top tooth today, on the same side as the bottom one she lost last month. She looks vaguely like a jack-o-lantern, and is absolutely ecstatic that she can now stick her tongue through the hole.

Last night, after Gill went to bed at eleven o'clock (holy crap was she wired), my mother, my sister, and I descended upon her bedroom. Within 2 hours, we had transformed it into a bed with gossamer canopy, pink princess bedding, and a mural on the wall behind the headboard. The transformation was awesome, the the reaction this morning was phenomenal. Pictures forthcoming.

As predicted, Gill is currently on the princess bed (her #1 favorite Christmas surprise) playing with Eve and Wall-E (her #2 and #3 favorite Christmas surprises).

I got a bunch of clothes to wear to the gym (including bike pants from my sister, who also does spinning and knows what a literal pain in the ass it is!), and a Left-Hander's Page-a-Day Calendar (Albert Schweitzer not only shared my birthday, but he was also a lefty!).

I hope everyone is having a great holiday (even those of you who would rather have spent it in Camelot! Next year... next year...). Be safe. Enjoy each other.

Last night, after Gill went to bed at eleven o'clock (holy crap was she wired), my mother, my sister, and I descended upon her bedroom. Within 2 hours, we had transformed it into a bed with gossamer canopy, pink princess bedding, and a mural on the wall behind the headboard. The transformation was awesome, the the reaction this morning was phenomenal. Pictures forthcoming.

As predicted, Gill is currently on the princess bed (her #1 favorite Christmas surprise) playing with Eve and Wall-E (her #2 and #3 favorite Christmas surprises).

I got a bunch of clothes to wear to the gym (including bike pants from my sister, who also does spinning and knows what a literal pain in the ass it is!), and a Left-Hander's Page-a-Day Calendar (Albert Schweitzer not only shared my birthday, but he was also a lefty!).

I hope everyone is having a great holiday (even those of you who would rather have spent it in Camelot! Next year... next year...). Be safe. Enjoy each other.

"Hey Mom, look! His eyes light up when you put him on something magnegitable!" -Gillian, age 7

It's still snowing here. We got upwards of 10" between last night and the flurries today (which is similar to the snow-globe effect from yesterday, but with thicker flakes).

My intention is to swing over to the mall today and visit missing_the_sea, and then head down south for bison/Xmas gift drop-off. Our plow truck, however, is having issues, which actually sparked a tiff between myself and Dad this morning. I offered to go plow, thinking he hadn't yet because he didn't want to (for whatever reason. Totally fair) He snapped at me, "What are you gonna use?""Uh, the plow truck?""Are you gonna change the flat tire, too?"I was like, "... I caaan." "It's got a dead battery, are you gonna give it a jump, too?" "... I caaan."And then he got really pissy with me, like, "If it was that easy _I_ woulda' done it!""Jesus, I OFFERED!"

*palmhead* Sometimes, some people just can't let you do something nice.

"Hey Mom, look! His eyes light up when you put him on something magnegitable!" -Gillian, age 7

It's still snowing here. We got upwards of 10" between last night and the flurries today (which is similar to the snow-globe effect from yesterday, but with thicker flakes).

My intention is to swing over to the mall today and visit missing_the_sea, and then head down south for bison/Xmas gift drop-off. Our plow truck, however, is having issues, which actually sparked a tiff between myself and Dad this morning. I offered to go plow, thinking he hadn't yet because he didn't want to (for whatever reason. Totally fair) He snapped at me, "What are you gonna use?""Uh, the plow truck?""Are you gonna change the flat tire, too?"I was like, "... I caaan." "It's got a dead battery, are you gonna give it a jump, too?" "... I caaan."And then he got really pissy with me, like, "If it was that easy _I_ woulda' done it!""Jesus, I OFFERED!"

*palmhead* Sometimes, some people just can't let you do something nice.

Home sick with Gill. She was up all night with a cough and a ball of phlegm that wouldn't dislodge enough for her to get rid of it, so sleeping was done in 2 minute bursts until around 4. I woke up with the plhegm (maybe that's how she fell asleep- mucous transplant), but am feeling better now.

Home sick with Gill. She was up all night with a cough and a ball of phlegm that wouldn't dislodge enough for her to get rid of it, so sleeping was done in 2 minute bursts until around 4. I woke up with the plhegm (maybe that's how she fell asleep- mucous transplant), but am feeling better now.

Gill had soccer today.She's never really gotten into it, being a little afraid of the ball and terrified of possibly hurting someone. She'll run around the field, but won't get involved unless the ball comes RIGHT to her. I've always cheered her on, regardless, 'cuz she's a great kid and she's having fun with her friends. That's the important part. Sportsmanship.Tonight was different.She was on offense for a bit, and then defense for a bit, as I sat and cheered and tried to encourage her. Then, after half-time...

... they made her the goalie.

For reference, she plays on the 7-8 league (even though she was still 6 when they started the season). Most of the kids are at least 1 full year older than her, and a whole head taller, and have been playing a lot longer. When they put her in the goal, I was starting to wonder how long it would take us to get to Rockville General so they could set her nose. I expected her to get pummelled.

She shined.

Shined? Shone? Whatever. She did AWESOME. She made a half dozen great saves, and her team ended up winning 3-0. Something about putting on those goalie gloves made her feel invincible (maybe it's genetic. I played goalie in high school). I was proud before. I'm beyond words now. :-)

Gill had soccer today.She's never really gotten into it, being a little afraid of the ball and terrified of possibly hurting someone. She'll run around the field, but won't get involved unless the ball comes RIGHT to her. I've always cheered her on, regardless, 'cuz she's a great kid and she's having fun with her friends. That's the important part. Sportsmanship.Tonight was different.She was on offense for a bit, and then defense for a bit, as I sat and cheered and tried to encourage her. Then, after half-time...

... they made her the goalie.

For reference, she plays on the 7-8 league (even though she was still 6 when they started the season). Most of the kids are at least 1 full year older than her, and a whole head taller, and have been playing a lot longer. When they put her in the goal, I was starting to wonder how long it would take us to get to Rockville General so they could set her nose. I expected her to get pummelled.

She shined.

Shined? Shone? Whatever. She did AWESOME. She made a half dozen great saves, and her team ended up winning 3-0. Something about putting on those goalie gloves made her feel invincible (maybe it's genetic. I played goalie in high school). I was proud before. I'm beyond words now. :-)